| Yeah
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| Showman what’s good, good lookin out by the way
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| Uh
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| Ess Vee
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| UH
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| I’m from dirty Jerz, Essex County to be exact
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| Where I be cutting loose up in the booth to stay intact
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| I’m tired of freestyling for free so where’s the money at
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| So I can see my foes turn to friends with they funny act
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| Where the honeys at, where’s the fancy cars
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| Where’s my money at so I can buy the bar
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| What is life like a superstar
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| I don’t know but I’m a soon find out
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| And when I do, what it do, let my crew wild out
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| Cause I’m coming from dirt nothing, was ready to hurt something
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| I’m ready to birth something, you say we deserve nothing (what)
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| But the truth is they really just scared
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| Most things that I have seen will leave your vision impaired
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| I flow with all my confidence no consequence that nonsense
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| Since I’m gonna be the topic since your conscious will be rockin this
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| I mean only honest this just common when you bop to this
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| I peep the people watchin this they love it and they on to this
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| I know what it is when that it feels right
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| You know what it is when I grab that mic
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| And we know it is when you catch that flight
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| Let the music in bringing in new heights
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| Just gimme the mic, and let me go ham and do what I do
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| I put up a fight, I demand respect for me and my crew
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| Whenever I write, I write like I ain’t got nothing to prove
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| I carve my name you feel the groove
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| Just give me a choice and I choose not to lose
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| This is that dangerous flow, this that aim and let go
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| If I get at you then you better pray that you know
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| Somebody to tell me to slow my role
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| Cuz when I go off you gon' need damage control
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| My flow is dumber than Cole, see I’m workin like Tommy you better get off of me
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| costing me time from my goal (hol')
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| Enjoying my life right now
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| No stress no fights right now
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| I know a couple of clowns
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| Who run through that snow like a couple of plows
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| Coke heads, but I’m cool with the dope heads
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| Lookin cool on my moped, ride around like I got no legs, go 'head
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| I’m just spittin my life, you write those words just to fill up a verse
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| Oh you rockin ice, in the wrong hood you fill up a hearse
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| Back in high school used to leave out the class, to hit on the nurse
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| Always nice with words, bit of a nerd, a gift and a curse |